Short Medieval Poems
Short Medieval Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Medieval by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Medieval by length and keyword.
New season vegetables
simmered pork belly
with butter & suet crust
a buttery broth
clear jelly and cream
chestnuts and
Ale!
First fruits
of the grain,
on 'loaf mass' day-
the autumn harvest has
begun
* a medieval holiday sundown 31/7 to sundown 1/8
this mugs home is a castle
and hot cocoa a vassal
its marshmallows float
a chocolate moat
and seldom fuss or hassle.
Medieval man gone wild
Crazy love, never modern
Just an old fashioned wonder
A man sharing love
Russell Sivey
that moment
we tasted victory
as the sun
elevated to
the highest point
with it
Cromwell eyes
burst into
medieval tears
from another age
medieval tapestry
of charming patterns
swooning ladies~gallant knights
all woven with silken thread.
Tanned furs and leines clothe their hairy backs.
Hoard of mead guzzling men eat turkey legs for snacks….
in skirts and medieval fanny packs.
Medieval rose
Multifaceted colour
Fired by strong sunlight
Lucent prism, incense smell
Bricks and mortar come alive.
Where burgundy pansies blossom
Amidst pearlescent violet-weeds,
Whirling medieval rose's ode,
In moon's lachrymose memories.
medieval knight
fights for unseen beloved
rock built hill fortress
Example for A Castle On A Hill Contest
4-20-2016
For years historians dismissed it.
Calling it nonsense,a fairytale,certainly not a mystery.
Its the first reference to Medieval plumbing.
The Bayeux Tap History
Form:
Romance - A Cinquain
Romance
Chivalry greets
Wooing, speaking, loving
medieval ever so gothic
Romance
8/8/20
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Medieval times were a time of splendour
With gallant knights and ladies so slender
They jousted in the day
Lifted skirts at night... NAY
SURPRISE! Many were transgender
Gold
Flowing down
Red lotus in hand
Where the gold Cross of Light shines
Christ sits as a sole lotus of gold
Warka poem about the Manchaean Chinese painting of Jesus 12th-13th AD.
laced waist
chaste haste
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on July 30, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND AUGUST contest sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Posted on April 29, 2018
Thou art a gracious and gentle lady of mine
Spoken like a gallant knight from medieval times
Truly cultured am I
Right down to my thighs
And just above that is my region sublime
Thou art a gracious and gentle lady of mine
Spoken like a gallant knight from medieval times
Truly cultured am I
Right down to my thighs
And just above that is my region sublime
[paraphrase of a Svan folk song]
Tamar's mother said, "Tamar,
You were born fully grown.
Child, I saw you in a dream
I looked into the starlit sky and saw
That you were the village
And you were the world."
Name the fruit that has raised the most hell.
It's the apple. Why so? I will tell.
It is poison, temptation,
Swiss medieval sensation.
Just ask Adam, Snow White and Will Tell.
At medieval funerals, it was customary for women
To scratch their own cheeks until bleeding so it's written
Sounds gruesome to me
Weird? Well slap my knee
Back then they must have practiced masochism
London born,Lancashire bred
Into Chaucer's footsteps,others he led
Medieval prosody,his 'little song' said-
Long may such sonnets be heard
Of the fountainhead of English poetic words.
Tribute to Edmund Spenser 1552-99
Doing what they love, all are welcome to try
Rhythms of passion fly in the night sky
Up and down the maddening notes dance
Many drink and sing as drummers are in a trance
Seducing beats are the soul of the Medieval camp
The noble lady was full of ire.
Her drunken knight had pissed out her evening fire.
So now she sought warmth by his sleeping horse,
and indulged in some heated intercourse
with the knight's drop-dead handsome squire.
A pocketbook of grins
deprived of rightful glory,
passion, and peace
unionized candles
like smeared lip stick
upon subconscious intellect
layered with finite faces
By Glenn McCrary
© 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
[paraphrase of a Svan folksong]
I, I am Queen Tamar
I raised myself to Heaven
I dug up a barren mountain
I left only a deep hole
I put the sword to Constantinople
I drove them into the sea
I made their lands my lands.